i pour a cup of coffee
& you watch me
spill.

black liquid (fucking
gold fucking god)
running down my arm:

i can see the
disgust, the
revulsion, (the
detestation, the repugn-
ance & the dislike&the
reluctantdelightfrom?rapture)
in your face.

isn't it funny how:
now you think it hurts, me knowing when you
fuck
me
you think of her.

isn't it funny how:
now i think of corpses
when you
fuck
me
(& i never cried).

minor revulsion in me?
no.
minor revulsion in (god
bless?)
dead bodies.